Handmade beaded necklaces became the universal symbol for brotherly love and acceptance. They could be big or small, long or short, exquisitely crafted or simple and plain. Each necklace was unique but guaranteed to be beautiful, just like its wearer. People traded their love beads, much like the fad of friendship bracelets in the following decade. With a dangling strand of love beads about your neck, long scraggly hair, bellbottoms, a suede fringe vest, you were ready for the love fest. Love beads were all you needed for the complete hippie look. moondance
i laughed. at the lovebagels thing, not the beads. i always thought they were exchanged after a sexual activity of some sort, or maybe that's mardi gras beads...
^ no. it just said lovebagel. that made me snort tell me about this lovebakery! and chuck, that picture in your sig rocked my socks right off.
ooooooooooh well see, i started out callin chuck my lovemuffin outta nowhere, but he loves bagels so i changed it to lovebagel. then i saw katie liked muffins and yesterday when i told her she could have my baby, i asked if she could be my lovemuffin and she said yes. then seeing as it's becky's birthday and all, i thought she might want to be a lovebun.
i kept my dads love beda fomr wen he lived in africa before i was born,they are years old,but they broke the other week!
